I was out walking this morning, enjoying the sunshine. I passed this wheat paste art attack and felt filled with love. I share with you what I saw while you were still in bed. Enjoy. I like this stuff, I'm borderline artistic. My favorite's are first and last, these are my photos.
Today, months after my dad's death, my mother keeps telling me she
"realized" how abusive he was, and how she wished she knew, but she swears
innocence whe...
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